He is an alternative among bamboos.
He looks thin and haggard, like a middle-aged man who can't get along well with other plants in the herb garden.
It is the young rice that blooms and pours, and is as full of ambition as a famous college student.
Ginkgo finally faded, comparable to the nobility of the blue sky.
Pine trees are satisfied, even if the withered fruit will never get a fuller harvest
Fa Wutong is an honest man, immersed in a long-standing sense of superiority. I don't know that there is a plane tree that will quietly replace his invincible position.
Orchid notoginseng is as beautiful as lavender. All flowers are pious in one direction, as if they were bewitched by a lofty mission. It is said that the smell can resist the invasion of snakes on tourists.
Duckweed has no roots, but has heart and lung, which is out of the wandering fate. The trampled grass always struggles to straighten up at the first time, with the brightest smile hanging at the bottom. Greedy vines, shamelessly climbing on the tall fir trees, are bloodthirsty and sweet-talking. ...
Almost all plants, with all their energy, are shouting-I want to live! I want to blossom! I want results!
Even animals. Three artificially bred tigers, without opening their eyes, fought desperately for the nipples of the dog's wet nurse.
Even the strange ancient well of Zhujiajian for thousands of years seems to contain endless desires. The water rushing day and night actually overflowed the well edge one meter above the ground. If the well continues to rise, what will happen to the water?
He is bamboo, which is an alternative among plants. In fact, fame, money and power, like the love of sunshine and rain, and the love of bee Hua Die, he didn't want them. However, he wants to bend down and bother-he wants to turn each one into a claw, unite the soil, and the false praise is becoming more and more polluted. He wants to make peace with insects, compromise with wind and frost, ignore flies and settle all kinds of injustices imposed on him.
However, he was born straight and could not bend down. He was born empty and didn't want to go to great trouble. Is it really empty?
No, in that empty space, a wonderful little universe has already been achieved-there are some innate persistence, open-minded wisdom in life, gratitude for the land, love for another bamboo, intimacy with bamboo shoots, long conversations with countless green shadows around, occasional birdsong, singing of the breeze and the bright moon ... It's ridiculous and complicated to laugh and forget fame and fortune.
That empty space is always full.
What surprises me even more is that he is not only straight, empty, but also light.
He is a member of the largest primitive bamboo community "Bambusa bambusa" in the world. From appearance to skeleton, it is the lightest bamboo-lavender, reddish, light brown, light green and indifferent. Therefore, he is indifferent to life and death in the world.
He can join the WTO. Life can prevent wind, shade and beautify the environment, while death can be used as a bamboo pole, melon rack, summer mat, bamboo table, bamboo chair and bamboo basket.
He will be born soon. He is the past life of Xiao and Di, and the immortal soul shuttles between heaven and earth with the sound of nature, elegant, faint and meaningful.
Of course, this does not mean that he has resigned. He will fight the snow on his head. He will not allow weeds to occupy the territory under his feet. He waved a bamboo pole to demonstrate to the poisonous snake. He told all bamboos to be immune and love the world.
He is Li Bai. "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high officials whose sincere faces will never be seen?"
He is Zheng Banqiao, "dressed in bamboo clothes, thin and strong, standing proudly in the snow, dry clouds in succession, with the heroism of a gentleman, not vulgar."
He is Su Shi, "I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo".
He is Tao Yuanming, "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely."
He is Yue Fei and Xin Qiji, and he is a Confucian in China. "Shannan bamboo, if you don't hold it straight, cut it like an arrow and shoot it." ...
He is the one around us who is still holding on to something. They know that heavy ink is a lifetime, and light clouds are also a lifetime. Being a slave is a lifetime, and so is being honest and chic. They chose the latter, which is equivalent to choosing material thinness and spiritual richness.
As a result, these free and happy hearts, standing in a lonely camp, have become more and more precious substitutes in this world, smiling at the wind and rain.